Death is born
So it seems
And now the living chase
A futile dream
Money and leisure
And sensual pleasure
But alas, the chase ends
With loss of health And peace
The body frail
All is lost
Oh
What a loss
The chase was wrong
A beautiful song
Was never longed
Death continues
Its tragic dance
Your goal was not the chase
But to find where death was raised!
Lucky are those who choose to wake
Rest have lost all their stakes
In memory of a life lost
Bhavin